Li Qinghuan

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yuan Qingyang didn't know what to say for a while. After a long while, he sighed and said, "I don't know what happened between you and him, but it's not difficult to imagine that that guy probably doesn't know how to think about it on his own." What happened, that’s all, little prince, go get busy. Just leave the matter of the plague to Yang Su and me, as for... little prince... think about it carefully."

Song Li felt relieved when he heard the last sentence, and left as if fleeing.

Gao Yangsu said sullenly, "Uncle Yuan, why did you let him go?"

Yuan Qingyang stroked his beard: "It's too late, it's almost enough, and it's useless to talk too much. First, this little prince has a lot of money in his chest, and he is a very assertive person. If others talk too much, he will be displeased; second, feelings are such a thing." It still depends on their own good fortune, why do I say so much as an outsider?"

Gao Yangsu: "All right, all right, but I don't know how long Ji Qing will be able to say it."

Yuan Qingyang said suddenly: "The situation in the north has been unstable in the past two years, and it is estimated that this battle will start soon."

Gao Yangsu was puzzled: "Why are you talking about this?"

Yuan Qingyang: "If it's not as I expected, this little prince will probably go to the front line as well."

Gao Yangsu: "How is it possible? That kid looks powerless. Besides, don't forget, his surname is Song."

Yuan Qingyang gave him another look: "Shut up, you boy, go, go, go see a doctor."

……

Although Gao Yangsu's words were unreliable, he was a descendant of a genius doctor after all. After half a month of burning smoke and catching rats, he brought the plague under control. Although the plague was ferocious, it was not on a large scale. The matter of rebuilding their houses has also been put on the agenda again.

Ji Qing has been back for many days, but Song Li hasn't seen him a few times.Song Li found that Ji Qing was always far away from him, so after a few days, Song Li was finally sure that Ji Qing was avoiding him!

Song Li wanted to find a chance to have a good chat with Ji Qing, but Ji Qing kept avoiding him and couldn't see him at all.Song Li couldn't tell him even if he had a thousand words to say, and he couldn't finish his business, so he could only suppress all his thoughts.

Song Li leaned his head back on the chair, feeling so powerless for the first time, it was like a dog biting bastard with no place to bite.

His Royal Highness Prince Yu, who capsized in the gutter, hadn't finished lamenting the impermanence of the world, when Baozi rushed in.

The little fat boy bent over with his knees propped up, panting heavily in front of Song Li: "My lord, my lord!"

Song Li was startled when he heard the voice, and sat up straight suddenly: "What's the matter, what are you in a hurry for?"

Baozi ran out of breath: "Piao, pretty, pretty brother, you're going to Ji's mansion!"

Song Li's heart tightened, he stood up and said, "Which, what Ji Mansion?"

Baozi: "Yuncheng Jifu."

Song Li walked away without saying a word: "What's going on?"

Baozi followed closely on his two short legs: "Someone came to the yamen to say that someone in the Ji family had the plague, but they didn't send them to the sick booth outside the city."

Song Li frowned: "Is there no one else in the yamen? He must go."

Baozi: "Your Majesty doesn't know. The Ji family is considered a respectable family in Yuncheng. They are very domineering. Mr. Zhou returned to Yudu yesterday to report on his duties. Cao Shen will bring people to the house to investigate. The Ji family will not give face at all. Cao Shen will have no choice but to I told my pretty brother, originally my pretty brother didn’t want to go, but General Cao Shen said that the matter was very important, so I repeatedly asked my pretty brother to come forward, but my pretty brother refused and went.”

Song Li nodded, silently remembered Cao Yan's words in his heart, and asked: "Who told you to come to me?"

Baozi said innocently, "I came here by myself."

While talking, the two had reached the door, and Song Li stepped on the horse prepared by his servants: "Okay, this time I will credit you with a credit, you can go back."

Baozi has stayed in Yudu Ji's Mansion for so long, knowing the origin of Ji Qing and Ji's Mansion is not surprising, this time reporting the news really helped a lot.

Song Li didn't delay any longer, and rode his horse straight to Ji's mansion.

The door was wide open, and seven or eight officers and soldiers in the yamen covered their mouths and noses with cotton cloths. Seeing him coming, the leader quickly took out a piece of cotton cloth from his pocket and handed it to Song Li: "Your Highness, quickly put it on."

Song Li quickly took the cotton cloth and put it on: "Where is Master Ji?"

The man replied: "Master Cao brought a few people in, and I will take you in."

Song Li nodded and followed the man into the door.

It was clearly noon, the wind outside the courtyard was sunny and the sun was shining brightly, but the courtyard was pitch black, with a gust of cold wind blowing from time to time, Song Li shivered involuntarily, thinking: "He Ming grew up in this place Is it?"

The man took Song Li to the front hall very quickly, but the tense scene in Song Li's imagination did not appear. Ji Qing just sat on the wooden chair expressionlessly, staring blankly at the crying and fussy man kneeling in front of him. Middle-aged woman.

Song Li cleared his throat: "This is?"

Ji Qing was obviously stunned when he heard his voice, raised his eyes to look at him, and called softly: "A Li?"

Ji Qing's face was also covered with a piece of cotton, and only the upper half of his face was exposed. Song Li looked at his reddish eye sockets and instantly felt as if his heart was twisted, and replied, "I'm here."

After he answered like this, Ji Qing actually came back to his senses, his expression changed several times in an instant, and finally he stood up and saluted, and said respectfully: "My minister has seen the prince."

Song Li's bright eyes dimmed instantly, and he replied, "Excuse me."

The woman kneeling in front of Ji Qing was stunned when Ji Qing called him Lord Song Li, and then turned her head and grabbed Song Li's clothes: "My lord? Are you a lord? My lord! Please! Let me go! It can be cured!"

Before Song Li could react, the person on his body was thrown aside. Ji Qing said angrily: "I don't like to fight with women, but I advise you not to touch him, or I will chop off your claws."

Not only the woman, but even Cao Yan who was sitting beside her were taken aback. Ji Qing had never lost his composure in front of his subordinates, and it was the first time he lost his temper like this.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Cao Yan hurriedly said: "Madam Ji, let's talk, don't do anything, this will make everyone unhappy."

Cao Yan's call to Madam Ji seemed to remind the woman of her identity at last. She stopped crying, and the maid beside her quickly pulled her up. Just as she was about to speak again, another person came from the front hall—— It's the owner of this Ji Mansion: Jiming.

Song Li had been paying attention to Ji Qing, and when he saw Ji Ming coming in, Ji Qing couldn't help shaking.

Song Li was really worried about Ji Qing, and slowly moved to Ji Qing's side, whispering: "Let's go, Heming."

Ji Qing didn't answer, just shook his head slightly.

Seeing this, Song Li didn't say any more, just stood beside him quietly.

Jiming looked rather defiant. Once he entered the room, he went straight to the main seat and sat down. He raised the teacup in his hand and said, "Why is it coming again? Didn't you say we can cure it ourselves? Ma'am, what are you doing standing up? Sit down. Every time I send some lackeys, they say they will take people away and let you take care of things, I still don’t believe it, they can really come.”

Prince Song Li had never seen such a battle before, so he was a little angry immediately.But before he could speak, Cao Yan answered first: "Master Ji has a lot of face, I don't know if I will take the people from your Ji family away with you?"

Jiming opened his eyes wide, and turned to Song Li.

Song Li didn't speak, and lazily tore off the gold medal Song Duan gave him before from his waist, and held it up in front of him.

Jiming panicked when he saw this, he scrambled and stood up from the chair, and knelt down again with a "plop": "His Royal Highness Yu Wang atones, the common people don't know that the lord is here, offended! The lord atones! The lord atones!"

Song Li sneered: "I don't know if this king can take away the members of your Ji family now?"

Jiming repeatedly kowtowed and confessed: "Yes! Yes! Of course! The child is at the disposal of the prince!"

children?Jiming has a son?Now Song Li was stunned, and subconsciously looked towards Ji Qing.

Ji Qing's expression remained calm, as if he didn't care what he said.

Song Li couldn't see the reason from Ji Qing's face, so he withdrew his gaze.

That Mrs. Ji burst into tears as soon as she heard what Jim Ming said. She knelt beside him and begged bitterly: "No, sir, Jun'er can't be taken away! How could he have suffered so much! Being taken away It doesn't matter whether you can be cured or not, master! Save Jun'er!"

Jiming scolded in a low voice: "If I save Xu Haijun, whoever saves me, get lost!"

Cao Yan said at the right time: "Mrs. Ji, don't worry, it will be cured!"

Mrs. Ji cried and shook her head: "My Jun'er has never left me! What would he do without me! Either you take me away together!"

Hearing what she said, Song Li felt a little soft-hearted for a moment, but when he saw Ji Qing's indifferent expression, the soft-heartedness disappeared in an instant.

Song Li sighed, and sat down on the chair next to Ji Qing. Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat down, Mrs. Ji crawled over again with snot and tears, and reached out and grabbed Song Li's clothes: "My lord! Please save the child." Bar!"

Song Li: "Take him to the sick booth to save him, not only to save him, but to save you all..."

Before Song Li finished speaking, that Mrs. Ji was thrown away by Ji Qing again.

Ji Qing: "I told you not to touch him! Don't you know how disgusting you are?! Do you deserve to touch him?"

As soon as these words came out, all eyes in the room were on Ji Qing.

The cotton cloth originally tied to Ji Qing's face fell loosely to his neck as he moved, and he reached out and pulled out the saber from the waist of the guard beside him, with a murderous look on his face: "I told you not to touch him , touch him again and I'll chop off your hand."

Jiming stared at Ji Qing's face: "You...you are, you are Ji Qing?!"

Ji Qing ignored him, stepped on Mrs. Ji who was lying on the ground, raised a knife and chopped off one of her hands, and said word by word: "I keep my word, and I will never break my word."

Blood splashed all over the ground, and also stained his white robe red.He was like a ghost crawling back from hell to seek revenge, but he still didn't kill that enemy.

With a "bang", the long knife fell to the ground, Ji Qing clapped his hands, raised his head slightly, and said to Ji Ming who was still kneeling on the ground: "It's me, father, I didn't die, I let you down."

The father yelled with gritted teeth, as if he wanted to chew and tear the two words, with bloodthirsty cruelty.

Jiming was like seeing a ghost: "Impossible...impossible...absolutely...impossible...obviously...obviously..."

Ji Qing continued: "Watching me drink the poisoned porridge with my own eyes, watching me pass out in the snow, clearly sending someone to cut off my wrists, and killing me... right?"

Jiming's expression became a little more frightened, and he muttered incoherently some words that others could not understand.

Ji Qing looked even colder: "I survived after all."